what i read after work today…
*giggle*
Month: August 2003
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holy fuck! three posts, one day!
but more good news-
Christmas shopping for Karen, Kristy, Kimberly, Amanda, Colleen and Amy is done.
And. I have a new dress. $40. Not bad, not bad. Makes me look semi-tall and curvy. Like wow…look at those tits curvy. It’s black and flowy. I am relatively satisfied. And it matched clearance shoes from Meijer that were 6$!
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Laundry room area is flooded from all of last night’s rain, so I guess that is the perfect excuse to NOT do laundry this weekend!
Football madness has started in Columbus. The game is at 800pm. As of 1030am…they opened up the parking lots, and all the closer ones are already full of crazy ass tailgaters. I don’t get it.
North market was a bust. Cars lined up around the block to get in. I refuse to wait in LINE to buy fresh produce. Guess I’ll wait until the next farmer’s market.
BUUUUTTTTTTTTTTTTT
In VERY VERY happy news…
I ran 6 sequencing reactions.
2 of them WORKED.
I’ll grant that it is only a 1 in 3 success rate…but this is the first time in almost 6 weeks that I’ve gotten a sequencing reaction to work!
YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA
I’m more than slightly happy.
off to munch on some more fresh strawberries and watch Lethal Weapons while I cross-stitch. the trip to Filene’s Basement awaits…
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ugh
It is Saturday morning. I’ve been up and awake since 8am when a nice man’s car alarm went off for a good five minutes. There goes my sleeping in on Saturday.
What I will do on my very very wet Saturday – go shopping at the North Market for veggies and lunch (I love their ice cream and paninis), go to my lab and see if my DNA magically sequenced (it could work, at buggering 2.50 a run it fucking better work!), go shopping at Filene’s Basement to try to find a stupid ass dress (with my tall, thin, beautiful, size 4 to 6 roommate, *Sigh*, talk about a blow to your ego)…
I will also play with the kitties some more…we’re working really hard on integration this week. Wee little Pixel is just not too sure about my great galumphing elephants. My babies play rough and want her to play too…but she gets all freaked and run away. Anyone have any suggestions though, on how to get Possum and Boots to be a little more accepting of me touching Pixel?
You know…I’m also working Sunday. And Monday. Stupid proposal.
I’m having such issues concentrating lately. I feel all detached and lost inside my own head. I’d kill for a road map on how to get back…the only things I’ve found that help – bike riding and cross-stitch. They require concentration but no thinking. Attention to detail but not really any thought, and when I do them…I feel okay.
ah and from Femme
the list of that which I am good at:
reading – leastwise, I better be with my 2000 books and my graduate school number of science papers to read
test taking – I am so very good at standardized tests, essay exams…all of them. I somehow KNOW what to study and how much to study…
cleaning – Oh, how I hate it…but damn, I’m good at it. I’m a well trained domestic bitch, thanks Mom
smalltime obsessions – especially lately, when I get involved in something, I get REALLY into it and it seems to like take over my life for a bit….i.e. Biking and such…
things I’m not good at:
Friend making and keeping – my mouth overruns my ass, I find it hard to keep in touch, I don’t know how to start conversations…a whole list of reasons…being born shy and the middle child doesn’t help
Laundry – I still have that pesky old college habit of just waiting until I’m out of underwear and socks and then throwing everything in the washer and praying to the gods that nothing turns funny colors
sleeping in – ugh. I HATE NOT SLEEPING IN. I am awake always, always by 8am…
that’s all I can think of right now, I’m quite positive that there is more on that list…but I’m pooped and I think I might go cross-stitch (*sigh* it’s such a silly thing, but if it makes me feel better?)
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my bike time is my alone time. Just me and my legs and my bike. concentration and burn and I find it very relaxing and very cathartic.
my roommate keeps trespassing on this time. she bikes slow and wishes to chat. now, she has no friends here in columbus (she is a visiting scholar) so i have no urge to be harsh and be like “shut the fuck up and bike, bitch” (though I’ve thought it more than once, i must admit) oh well, i’ll just avoid it and leave at different times than her. she is a very nice person, just not…just not a me person i guess.
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there is a greek festival in columbus this weekend. i think that i might need to go to that. eat greek food, think of my big fat greek wedding and be amused. there is also a garage sale to benefit the cat welfare association here in columbus. i strongly approve of them – they are no kill and they work really hard to make sure that the cats are happy.
perhaps i could be persuaded to spend money there
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sadly, my beautiful chinese dress does not appear to fit. so to my dear friends wedding…i now have naught to wear. I will be trying it on again, with a girdle and possibly some crisco … but i haven’t much hope really.
where it doesn’t fit – my ass.
why doesn’t it fit – i gained weight. not fat, muscle. from biking so damn much. so. i know of no diet that removes muscle! and muscles just do not compact like fat does…so there is minimal amounts of squeezing that one can really do….
where to shop…i’m going to hit up Plato’s closet (second hand store) and Filene’s basement (another second hand store) but if they don’t work…i’m rather at a loss. where to buy a relatively cheap, hot hot beautiful dress in which i look hot and that is appropriate for a formal evening wedding in october…
any ideas?
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I’m not entirely sure how it works. But I seem to do lots and lots of work and NEVER get anything real done.
Take yesterday for example. I called four or five different places, trying to get a price and a company who would sell my department the special thermal paper for our gratiutously overpriced imager. That took at least an hour.
I also spent an hour fixing the computers in our lab – the port in the wall died. I was thrilled, I was afraid that it was either a.) the network card or b.) that someone had fucked with the settings and hadn’t dared to tell me so.
I ran a gel (but I can’t print off the picture because I don’t have paper, hopefully that will be here on Friday?). I did some lovely cleanups (I’m very proud of them, it’s how you clean up the DNA after you amplify it you can’t just toss all that stuff into your future reactions, dontcha know?)
I also read several papers and I’ve been trying to answer the question that my advisor posed to me: “If God came down today and gave you all your sequences, what would you do with all that data?” Answer, I have NO fucking clue. Today we discuss my paper. I am happy to say that he did compliment my writing style and skill at composing sentences.
I know I did more stuff, just nothing important. Oh, I set up a meeting with the gentlemen in the genomic sequencing facility to see if they could help me figure out why my project isn’t working (they pretty much were no help at all, but hey, we’ve got everything hanging on my cloning right now).
Not a whole lot actually got done for my project. I did read the new postings to PNAS. We have new tasks for lab meetings, to read and keep up to date on a certain number of journals (I got PNAS, Science and BBA). Time consuming but seemingly non-constructive.
Today, I’ve already started to run a gel (twice, first one screwed up). Had my meeting with the sequencers. Cleaned part of the lab, I’m on CD #2 of burning lab information… Craziness, but NOTHING concrete. Nothing that I can say, hey, this is what I did today.
Pah. I am crabby pants lately. I blame hormones. Or possibly the weather. Humid as all get out it is here!
